38. Tattoo

Surprisingly Dean was taking it well and did not threaten to complain against us. For once I was glad that he was Damon's brother and not some random guy who could have sued us. Kay was trying to fix her car while I stayed behind with Dean. There were so many questions I wanted to ask him but that was before I decided to let go of the case. As much as I was tempted to get the story in his point of view I was done.





We found the wood stacked together in the corner which made a pretty good sitting area. The car was too stuffed to sit without turning on the air condition. Kay was working on fixing something so she would never be allowed to turn on the car.




"Thank you" I softly whispered to Dean as soon as we were seated. He raised his eyebrows in my direction, confusion clear on his face.




"For what?"




"The other night...Damon told me that you are the one who saved my life. I had no idea and I wanted to meet you later but the hospital and all. It was messy"




Dean chuckled lowly, his sound bleak and echoing around, "No problem really. Your parents were terrified and revealing myself as a werewolf would have scared them even more so I left as soon as I was sure they would find you."





I hummed softly. It was a reasonable thing to do. Not only them but I would have kinda freaked out too. The idea of werewolves existing took me a lot of time to be convinced. And add on that I was the soulmate of one werewolf. Pretty much terrifying. Wrapping my arms around myself I stared at the narrow road in front of us. From the past half hour, we have been there not one car passed by. The road was deserted.




"Good thinking really" I turned towards him, "I would have never...I mean it would be scary for all them I guess"




He nodded his head and then it was silence again. The question was on the tip of my tongue and I wanted to just get it done. Instead, I wrung my fingers nervously, staring at the empty road. Dean was quiet too, staring at his feet as he had never seen his own shoes before. But it wasn't awkward- the silence, but it was itching.




"Doesn't it scare you?" I mumbled softly my eyes lingering on the thick bushes on the other side of the road. They looked terrifying from afar and I couldn't even imagine how they would be by night.





Deans lips twitched, "What?"




"The forest, the darkness? I can never imagine staying alone here." I blurted out without thinking and then bit my tongue. Of course, that must be something Dean never wanted anyone to know but Damon told me already. My face flamed in embarrassment at the silence and I was too scared to peek a look in his direction.




"Don't worry I know you both are mates?" Dean said after a beat and I wanted to correct him. There might have been something between us before but after the way, he humiliated like that, not a chance.





"I know that" I laughed softly




"Do you now?" Dean asked, an amused smile at the corner of his lips.




"Yeah Damon told me that"




"Of course he did" He shook his head.




Taking a deep breath he stared in my direction, "To answer your question, yes. It gets scary and dark at times but I have no other option. I cannot leave the woods not until I find the real killer."




My jaw tightened at that. It was heartbreaking to see him so lost yet so hopeful about finding the real killer. Not many possess that skill. But it was dangerous for his mental health, staying all alone like that. It was kind of surprising how Damon never thought that. He's always smart about things.




"I'm sorry I wish I could help you" I softly said patting his hand resting on the wood. His lips broke in a smile at that as he tilted his head to look at me. I pointedly raised my eyebrows at that. Did he know something I didn't?





"But you already are"




"Excuse me?"




Dean cleared his throat, "I heard about you...I mean I heard that you are working the case behind our back. Damon told me last week"




Colour left my face at those words. Damon knew? How did he know that I was working the case? And from one week? I thought that I was being extra careful with all the stuff. Is that why he thrashed me in front of his uncle and Ryan? But why didn't he tell me beforehand? So many kinds of questions were going in my mind but I couldn't figure it out. As if Dean understood my dilemma he opened his mouth.




"He had his suspicions but the moment you asked him about me he was sure. I don't know why he waited to come clean but he's always working in his own way"




"A week?" I dumbly said to no one in particular. Just hearing those words Dean said made me grind my teeth together. Why would he do me so dirty if he already knew that I was working on the case? No wonder he took all those promises to get me away from the case. I should have figured out earlier.





"How could he do that then? If he already knew that I was working on the case why would he humiliate the main front of your uncle and Ryan?" I huffed, my voice is gritty and loud. Dean seemed taken back at my tone but he didn't flinch.




"Because of Ryan" He simply answered which made my face scrunch.




Dean cleared his throat loudly, obviously aware of my confusion. He stared in the direction of Kay, something he was doing a lot. Maybe he liked her but sadly she was taken.





"Ryan is dirty. We would be stupid to not know about it, Anya. You found out he's working for someone now we know since a year now. It's nearly impossible to know who is he working for because he's just so clever and good at it." Dean sighed, "Damon almost planned on stealing his phone but turned out he has some chip installed in that shit so there was no way we could get away with it."





"The point is Ryan already knows that you are going to dig into this and he'll be exposed so Damon wanted you to drop it. Maybe he did that in front of Ryan so he wouldn't focus on you anymore. Trust me my brother is a good guy, he won't hurt anyone knowingly"




At his words, I was stumped. Couldn't say anything but nod my head. That's all. All throughout the ride, I thought that he didn't love me and did that to humiliate me. When he was just trying to protect me from Ryan and his cunning plans. But that still doesn't explain why he got to do that in front of his uncle too. It just hurt.




"Maybe" I whispered back




"Please don't let that one thing ruin whatever you have built. He loves you-" Dean cut himself off, slapping his mouth at the way my eyes widened.




Damon loved me? It shouldn't be news considering he did so much for me but hearing it from someone else was surreal. I wasn't imagining it then. It was real and he did love him. I loved him back. How did I get so lucky to land someone like him as my mate?




"He loves me?" I asked, my voice hoarse and face tight.




Dean huffed, "Yes but please forget about it. I wasn't supposed to tell you, you weren't supposed to know that. He had arranged a dinner to tell you that-" At the way, my eyes widened he bit his tongue and ducked his head down. No wonder that Damon asked me out on the dinner.





"Why can't I shut up?"




I giggled at his scrunched up face and patted his hand, "Don't worry I won't tell anything to him"




"You better not. He'll be so furious you don't know"




"Oh I know" I sighed
***

After that Dean was more open to talking about it. I decided that it would be stupid to let go of the opportunity and asked him about the past. Maybe there was something I could help him with after all. It brought tears to his eyes as he told me everything but he choked back.




"The only thing we aren't able to find is that damn tattoo" Dean sighed in the end as he stared at the woods.




"What tattoo?" I raised my eyebrows. There was no mention of any tattoos in any articles. But then again the bodies were completely burned by the time they got there.




"Yes...the two of them had a tattoo on their arms. On the left arm- a skull with teeth bleeding. It's not common but still, I can't find it anywhere" Dean let out a defeated breath.





I patted his arm sympathetically when it clicked in my head. The tattoo. I had seen it somewhere and it could potentially help them find the real killer. My head hurt at the information. Dean had his lips turned down as he stared at woods with a weak smile on his face. I nudged him.




"Hmm?" He raised his eyebrows at me. I smirked at him.




"I know the tattoo you are talking about. I think I can find the other person."
***

Anya's Daring Dive into Damon's Mysterious Realm
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